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teenagerenegade) wrote2020-07-03 07:48 pm
teenagerenegade) wrote2020-07-03 07:48 pm
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When he'd gotten the text from Maeve, asking him if he wanted to hang out, Charlie had texted her back with the fact that he'd be free in an hour or so and the name of a coffee shop that did awesome milkshakes, promising to meet her there.
It's a little over an hour later when he walks into the shop, scanning the tables. He got cuaght in a sudden, scudding shower, and his brown hair is damp and curling. He shakes himself off as he makes his way over to her.
"Hey," he says, grinning. "Sorry I'm late."
It's a little over an hour later when he walks into the shop, scanning the tables. He got cuaght in a sudden, scudding shower, and his brown hair is damp and curling. He shakes himself off as he makes his way over to her.
"Hey," he says, grinning. "Sorry I'm late."